I can’t comment on little girls. But I know little boys. So when I tell you that little boys don’t wipe their bottoms properly I can only assume that little girls are the same. Each night when I scoop up the scattered clothes from the bathroom floor a pair of lightly soiled underwear is usually […]
All I want for my 40th birthday is an uninterrupted poo. I don’t want gifts. I don’t want a holiday. I don’t even need a card. Just 5 mins where someone is not running in to tell me something, calling out to ask me something, drying their hair or brushing their teeth in the same […]
I am having my own personal Groundhog Day at the moment. I wrote a poem about our daily life cycle 8 months ago called, A Day in The Life but a lot changes in 8 months of a child’s life and we seem to have moved on to more ‘mature’ repetitions. They say kids take you […]
